I'm here in a hotel room,
My depression eating away at me,
And I feel like crying,
And what makes it worse?
I can imagine it,
What it would be like,
His arms around me,
His head resting on mine,
Him trying to comfort me,
Him caring,
But my thoughts don't end there,
I can imagine everything,
His pale face,
peaking over a steaming coffee,
On a crisp December day,
Us laying awkwardly on the couch,
In our browsing positions,
Only moving to share somthing funny,
His roommate,
Accidentally walking in on us snogging,
And awkwardly walking away,
Us visiting each other at work,
Or school,
The way we would look at each other,
When asked about our future,
Even if from across the room,
But he will never know,
The past two nights,
Although the feelings where there,
I was too inebriated to feel them,
My family,
Has noticed I'm acting different,
But it's because this is what I'm feeling,
I'm not home,
Not here,
Not with them,
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Chemistry and Poetry
PoetryI sometimes write poetry Its complete shite Ill put it on here anyway *poetic snaps* Each poem will show you what year I wrote them. As reference i was born in 2000.
